| I can see these pyramids
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| They’re building in my living room
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| Mayan style temples
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| Made of light
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| That I be looking through
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| Looking at my plants
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| We communicate by sight it’s true
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| Now I’m in a golden room
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| With rainbow colours flooding through
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| Ancient codec made of knowledge
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| From the pool of consciousness
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| Conquering perceptions
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| There ain’t no way
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| Of stopping this
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| Up, down, left, right
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| Until it made a block
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| And then all clicked into place
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| And then it all became obvious
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| We are all one
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| Experience the oneness
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| Then confronted
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| By my inner demons
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| Eyes are meeting
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| Rivals greeting
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| Rising like the Kundalini
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| Up my spine and out my mouth
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| My inner spirit started screaming
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| Everything I’ve ever lived
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| Every place I’ve ever been in
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| Every sin I’ve ever made
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| Every action
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| Every dream sequence
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| Every thing has deeper meaning
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| Everything’s repeating
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| Everything I’ve built myself up as person
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| Now is leaving
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| Pouring out my mouth
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| In a sound wave
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| I’m innately beaming
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| From the solar plexus
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| Souls with source
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| You see my light is feeding
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| I am really here
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| I ain’t dreaming
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| This is really real
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| I feel the realness here
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| In what I’m feeling
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| This is breathing
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| Out of body
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| Without no
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| Such time to reason
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| Flying down a tunnel
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| Towards the white light
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| Your eyes perceiving
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| Pass initiation
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| Purge impurities from spirit
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| Like it’s distillation
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| Little moderation
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| Fits for integration
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| Of all livings things
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| We be a distant relation
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| Relating through reincarnation
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| Interrogation
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| Ain’t a single second
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| Left for hesitation
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| Experiencing death
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| Really it’s a celebration
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| Spirit guides by your side
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| Marking visitations
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| This is where I’m really from
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| This is where I used to live
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| Before I was a human
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| I’ve been one
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| But now I’m here again
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| I’m an old soul
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| I’ve been here
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| Many times my friend
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| Born in to this world
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| As Fliptrix
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| You see my sword’s the pen
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| Swore to manifest
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| These soundscapes
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| Before I leave again
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| They say life’s too short
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| Well I tell them
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| We all breathe again |